September 7th, 2010 by Sherry

What was supposed to be a stress free, leisurely labour day turned into a bit of a clusterfuck yesterday, so on the sixth day of blessed birthday month, my awesome self gave to me:

An afternoon of wind blown hair, geocaching, carefree tears, and some general airing out of the brain in the cabbie. It was going well for a while. I took off alone, drove along the parkway and ended up in Niagara on the lake. The day was beautiful and I managed to stay one step ahead of the rain all afternoon. I even found the geo that I couldn’t seem to locate the week prior.
I decided to try one more cache on the way home, and was having some issues with the gps on my iPhone, so I stopped at the park across the street from my office. When I pulled in, I saw a gigantic truck creeping in my general direction so I pulled on in and steered the cabbie out of his path. Before I knew it, the monster truck had sped up and was heading right for me, barely slowing before he squashed me into a convertible pancake. After uttering loud asshole obscenities, I kept driving in the hopes of getting as far away from that guy and his monster truck compensation for a small penis. Unfortunately, I had turned into a section of the parking lot reserved for Niagara Parks service vehicles only, and had to turn around.
Turning around, putting me right back in the path of the monster truck, who had turned around as well. Awesome. Alright, ignore him like he doesn’t exist…eyes straight, focus on the prize.
And that would have worked, too, had he not pulled the monster over to my lane to squeeze me out. Really monster truck assface? Seriously? So, rather than pop my top I flipped him off and kept driving towards the stop sign to be rid of him forever.
That is, until he followed me. Not only followed me but pulled up right on my back bumper. Not only pulled up on top of me, but jumped down from his four story ride and started hollering at me. Hollering at me for being on my phone and cutting him off, and then shooting him the finger.
Being on my phone. I wasn’t.
Cutting him off. I didn’t.
Shooting him the finger. You bet your ass I did, and he’s lucky I didn’t report his ass after he rushed my car and practically side swiped me, twice.
Apparently he was disappointed that I wasn’t intimidated because he whined something and then pulled out a 20 foot ladder so he could climb back in his truck. Alright, there was no ladder. Maybe just a tiny booster that doubles as a potty on long commutes. Alright, he just jumped up into the monster truck and that was the last of him.
And that’s where my afternoon of trying to get my head back on straight ended. When all else fails, tequila.

September 6th, 2010 by Sherry

On the fifth day of blessed birthday month, my awesome self gave to me:

I don’t know who ever decided that it would be a good idea to coat a healthy snack in candy, but good on them. There is something so heavenly about the impossible teeth breaking crunchability of a lovely cherry coloured coated apple.
Oh wait…I do know:

William W. Kolb invented the red candy apple. Kolb, a veteran Newark candy-maker, produced his first batch of candied apples in 1908. While experimenting in his candy shop with red cinnamon candy for the Christmas trade, he dipped some apples into the mixture and put them in the windows for display. He sold the whole first batch for 5 cents each and later sold thousands yearly.

Thank you, Mr. Kolb, for shaping my childhood fair going experience. For delighting my Hallowe’en treasure. For bringing me the deliciousness that is all things candy apple.

September 5th, 2010 by Sherry

I got a spur of the moment birthday invite on Friday that prompted a Saturday road trip. I love road trips.
The best thing about road trips is usually the food, but mostly only when we hit the US. Canadian road trips just don’t measure up to US travel food.
This one, however, brought me right past The Big Apple Bakery and Restaurant in Cobourg. If you don’t know it, you’ll have to google because they don’t have a web page, which is ridiculous.
I digress….
On the fourth day of blessed birthday month, my awesome self gave to me:

nom nom nom

September 4th, 2010 by Sherry

On the third day of blessed birth month, my awesome self gave to me:

ACUPUNCTURE!!!

Ok, I had already booked the appointment previous to succumbing to the brilliant idea of a month full of birthdays, but considering that my first appointment was $75 I couldn’t justify buying myself anything else. Besides, the 28 days of gifts were supposed to be something just for me, that I don’t share, and wouldn’t normally buy myself and this fits right in.
So off I went for my two hour appointment, not sure of what I was getting into, but pleasantly surprised. Except for the part where I had needles forced into the sides of my big toes. That, my lovelies, NOT FRICKIN’ NICE AT ALL!!
I think she spoiled me by doing my back first, which didn’t hurt at all. I didn’t even feel them. I was told later that the back needles were just a precursor to get things moving and the reason they don’t hurt is because they do not go in as far as the needles that need to enter the “channel” whatever the hell that is. “The channel” should translate into the unhappy place. Yeesh.
Apparently a lot people don’t require needles in their feet. I guess I’m just a lucky one. Thanks over whelming bouts of stress, you’re awesome.
Over all, the experience was good and very calming…without the owwy parts of course and I’m going back on Tuesday for a follow up.
I don’t feel any different though. Then again, it’s the Saturday of a long weekend and I don’t have a whole lot to be stressed out about, so I haven’t really put it to the test. Yet.
No, Murphy, that’s NOT an invitation.

September 3rd, 2010 by Sherry

In the spirit of my renewed love for all things geocache, I bring day two of “the blessed day of my birth”, month long celebration…..

On the second day of blessed birthday month, my fantastic self gave to me:

Two funky fresh geocache containers so I can register my own geocaches.

They are both magnetic and can be hidden right out in the open for all the world to pass by. They come with their own log books to get started and were super cheap from the site that I ordered them from. As an added bonus, the site offers a free nano cache if you blog about them or twitter about them. SUPER awesomesauce.
So now I just need to decide where I’ll place my new caches around town, when they arrive. We don’t have enough cool cache locations in town so I’m wicked excited and totally dorking out.

September 2nd, 2010 by Sherry

Guess what? The blessed day of my birth is fast approaching.
You’re excited, aren’t you. Notice the period, and not the question mark because it’s more of a statement than a question because you should TOTALLY be excited and there should be no question. It’s all about me, after all.
As per usual days leading up to the blessed day of my birth, I will be doing the countdown via this magical blog. Not magical as in shitting Skittle rainbows or anything, but magical to me all the same.
This year, instead of posting photos from my youth or any other shtick that I have done in the past that I can’t remember, I will be doing something wonderfully indulgent.
I have decided, for all of the days up to September two-nine (the blessed day of my birth) that I will buy myself a gift. One gift, per day, for me, myself and I, that I will love and enjoy. It doesn’t have to be an expensive gift. It doesn’t have to be a grand gift. It does, however have to be a gift that I do not share, and that I wouldn’t normally buy myself on any given day of the week. You know, like gum.
I will purchase said gift, and then brag….um, BLOG about it here, the following day.
Stop being jealous. No one said you couldn’t do the same thing, you’re just not creative and selfish as I am.

So! For September One:

On the first day of blessed birthday month, my fantastic self gave to me:

A one year subscription to Style At Home Magazine.
Style at Home is awesome and totally Canadian and, for the most part, affordable. Which is the best part. Especially since I’m buying myself 28 gifts.

[insert devil giggle here]

August 2nd, 2010 by Sherry

On our trip back home from dropping Caitlin off in Montreal for her flight to Africa, we stopped in beautiful Gananoque.

I wanted to do the 3 hour boat tour, but we arrived too late and missed the last trip by a half an hour.
While checking into our hotel, I noticed a flyer on the front counter for the Gananoque Ghost Tour. It was a ninety minute walking tour of the town, boasting historical and spooky facts about it’s founder and residents. Of course, with my adoration for all those supernatural, and my love for the town of Gananoque, I couldn’t resist.
Besides, what else was there to do until morning when we could take our boat tour before heading home?

The tour was pretty cool. Not so much for the spookiness, not so much for the history, because I’m really not a history buff, but I got to walk around Gananoque and take pretty pictures of beautiful things all the while being amused by strangers. And boobs. This was our guide:

Ok, not so much boobs as just really great cleavage. It was hard not to be distracted. About a third of the way through, when we had fallen behind the group a bit because I was snapping photos, I turned to Brad and said, “Alright seriously, how many times have you looked at her rack?” I can’t remember his exact response although it was something like they were screaming at you to stare at them, and he was right.
She was adorable though, and a good story teller, and very personable and fun.
I can’t remember most of the stuff that she talked about because it really wasn’t that interesting, but I did have a good time on the tour.
Here’s some pretty:

Mad props to Gananoque founder Joel Stone, who’s life was quite the roller coaster ride, and I think based on that we could be related:

Restaurant and Inn. 3rd floor is reported to be unused and very haunted. Had I know that, we wouldn’t have been staying at the lame old Quality Inn:

What’s a ghost story post without a creepy black cat photo? Also, why is it that creepy black cat photos always look creepy without help?

“The hang tower.” Disappointingly named because this is where they used to hang fire hoses:

Not haunted, just really freaking pretty:

Third floor of restaurant and Inn…apparently haunted by a stuffed bunny:

Nana Splitz. Not haunted, just guilty of false advertising. They had no bananas.

Gananoque Town Hall and the end of the tour. Apparently haunted by the family who originally lived in the house when it was a residence. I can’t blame the lady of the house, who would want to leave such a gorgeous structure?

April 2nd, 2010 by Sherry

It’s 9 o’clock in the morning, on Good Friday.
The sun is shining, the birds are singing (no really, they are) and it’s beautiful outside. The house is quiet, except for the click of the coffee maker and the little patter of tiny puppy nails across the kitchen floor.
Today is day two of my four day weekend, day one spent sleeping half of it away. It was delicious.
On the agenda for today? A little more coffee, then driving around town and taking some photos for the “your fort erie” facebook page. Some light house cleaning, and a whole lot of Super Mario Brothers.
It seems everything except church is closed on this Good Friday, which allows for laziness and lack of responsibility without excuse. Also delicious.
I’m feeling abnormally calm today, likely spawned by the above paragraph. Half out of exhaustion of life itself. It’s been rough, as it usually is, but rougher than the norm and as things are calming down a little, so am I. Finally.

Have a happy Easter, everyone.

January 3rd, 2010 by Sherry

I’m pretty sure I can keep this one. 2009 can suck it. Hard.

I’m hesitant to say that I’m heading off into 2010 (will you say “twenty ten” or “2 thousand ten”??) with some high hopes and a sense of optimism. You know, ’cause Murphy likes to bite me in the ass.
But, I am. (*ducks*)

2009 was hard. 2008 was hard, too. My God, I need a new beginning to less shitty.
We’ve had a wonderful Holiday. We’ve all been off over Christmas break and, except for yesterday, the office has pretty much left me alone to enjoy it. Santa was very good to everyone. Baby New Year rang in last night with a wonderful night spent with my honey, and not even an inkling of a hang over. If Sherlock Holmes didn’t bore me to tears, I would wager to call it perfect. (seriously, don’t spend “theater money” to see that movie.)
I’ve spent today organizing, and cleaning and puttering with a sense of well being that I haven’t had in a long time. I hope, when the hustle and bustle of Holiday vacation life is over, that it remains through the long work day, high school exams for both kids, sleepless nights and mini crisis’.

Here’s wishing you all the best in ‘10, my lovies.
Bring it on.

January 3rd, 2010 by Sherry

I hope that your Christmas was wonderful and I wish you all the best this coming New Year.